Once I was, I was, I was, there were ribbons in my hair

There were leaves of streaming gold everywhere


If a boy said, "Hello", I would hide, trembling so, trembling so


Now I barely know what the meaning of 'No' is




Now I am, I am, I am past an audience I stare


What is gold is how the lights touch my hair

All the boys turn to men, all the leaves change again


Change again, change again


Still I answer, "Yes" though I know what will happen




As these phases come and go


Music tells me what I need to know